Cash BFD X C Nellz - You Ain't Reppin' Right

Yo how you get hot and don't put ya man on
I keep the Three Fifty Seven like i'm Camron
So say my name nigga in ya damn song
And ima stick a pussy up like a tampon
I'm from the era if you niggas had a problem fight
Ask Eddie it get real on a Harlem night
I'll put ya big homie out so nigga go and get em
And y'all niggas scared of nellz cuz the rollas with em
We the type to run down with the four and hit em
And don't care if baby moms or the stroller with em
All them guns you rapping about we been clapped
Put the 40 next to his jaw call it my chin strap
You wasn't shooting out wildin with the tec
Its like the cameras is rolling you was quiet on the set
So bring three of ya niggas and if yall try me
Ima knock four men out just like Ali
Everybody hustling moving extra white
Same punk ass niggas that never had a fight
They bout to make me show em what the weapon like
You cant come to Harlem if you ain't repping right
Everybody hustling moving extra white
Same punk ass niggas that never had a fight
They bout to make me show em what the weapon like
You cant come to Harlem if you ain't repping right
Ain't had a dice attack nigga until you panicking
I'm fresher than the polo man standing on a mannequin
Cash flowing out of polo ask him i'm the man again
Hand to hand grams again bags you put ya sandwich in
In drop v twelves never been hard to handle them
Especially if you into birds like cam and them
Ask around I been wavy with the words
And I fuck with bird lady she the lady with the birds
Spurs and furs all it take to make em curve
Soon as you see em lay em flat straighten like a perm
Holding ransom like I'm oh five Hitchcock
Its desert storm when ever my shit drop my fifths cocked
I'll put a hole in ya head nigga shotty big
Neil dellacroce growing up like gotti did
Taking credit for a mob style hardly his
One gram a blunt smoke like Bob Marley did
Everybody hustling moving extra white
Same punk ass niggas that never had a fight
They bout to make me show em what the weapon like
You cant come to Harlem if you ain't repping right
Everybody hustling moving extra white
Same punk ass niggas that never had a fight
They bout to make me show em what the weapon like
You cant come to Harlem if you ain't repping right

Written by:
Curtis Little

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